MICHAEL, in his late teens, slumps in the back seat. He
We're getting close...
What's that smell?
Smells like something died.
Guys, I know it hasn't been easy...
the divorce and now the move... but
living in Santa Carla...
No reply. Her sons look unconvinced.
How 'bout some music.
Wait. Haight-Ashbury! The summer
of love! 'Mellow Yellow.'
HIT and the boys relax.
Showing Boardwalk, Pier, etc. Reads: "Welcome to Santa
MUSIC CONTINUES over:
ESTABLISH Summer/Fun atmos -- Bikinis, Surfers, Bikers,
Colorful Locals, etc.
Rover as Sam runs up to her.
Mom, there's an amusement park
right on the beach!
That's the boardwalk, Sam.
Can we go now, huh?
Maybe later. Grandpa's expecting
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